AND YET I AM STILL HERE
I am here, yet i am not,
I have been somewhere, yet only part of me has come back,
Frustration runs through my blood , where calmness used to be,
People say you are doing very well, so kind and appreciated, and yet, deep inside i weep, knowing my time is limited
On the outside, showing the world the smile,
Yet on the inside, raging and curled with fear of whats to come,
Dreading the late afternoon when confusion reigns,
Deeply fearing each and every night when the demons come to visit with relentless repetitiveness
Seeing things that you cannot see, or i would ever want you to see, or any other human being for that matter, the screams, the horrific visions that play out in front of my very eyes even though my eyes are sometimes closed
Wondering, worrying how long one persons brain can take such torment until they break completly.
Knowing one day i will go away and never come back, trapped in dementia`s tormentous world.
Sometimes People only see what they want to see, i see many things i dont want to see,
On good days i sit here and write, mornings are my best time, yet on others i despair, head in hands not understanding what is going on around me
It comes at me in waves but with no warning, slamming into me until all around me is misty and foggy, seeing only grotesque shapes all around me,
Yet i am still here?
Yet i am still me?
I dont feel like me sometimes, i question all i say and do, my days are filled with uncertainty and dread
Yet here i am, apparently?
i am still here, i am still fighting
Norrms , 5th June 2020
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I am here, yet i am not,
I have been somewhere, yet only part of me has come back,
Frustration runs through my blood , where calmness used to be,
People say you are doing very well, so kind and appreciated, and yet, deep inside i weep, knowing my time is limited
On the outside, showing the world the smile,
Yet on the inside, raging and curled with fear of whats to come,
Dreading the late afternoon when confusion reigns,
Deeply fearing each and every night when the demons come to visit with relentless repetitiveness
Seeing things that you cannot see, or i would ever want you to see, or any other human being for that matter, the screams, the horrific visions that play out in front of my very eyes even though my eyes are sometimes closed
Wondering, worrying how long one persons brain can take such torment until they break completly.
Knowing one day i will go away and never come back, trapped in dementia`s tormentous world.
Sometimes People only see what they want to see, i see many things i dont want to see,
On good days i sit here and write, mornings are my best time, yet on others i despair, head in hands not understanding what is going on around me
It comes at me in waves but with no warning, slamming into me until all around me is misty and foggy, seeing only grotesque shapes all around me,
Yet i am still here?
Yet i am still me?
I dont feel like me sometimes, i question all i say and do, my days are filled with uncertainty and dread
Yet here i am, apparently?
i am still here, i am still fighting
Norrms , 5th June 2020
plz share or copy and paste